“You waiting on something, kiddo?” his dad asked from the doorway, where he’d just finished interviewing the technician who’d discovered the break-in.
They’d both been assigned to this case—together. Usually, Captain Shan kept them separated, but after Rick died, Danny refused to work with anyone else, and his father’s partner had retired last week.
It should have been a good thing, an excuse to spend time together, even if it was work, but most days Danny had trouble looking his father in the eyes. John definitely had trouble looking in his.
Danny took after his mother. Lightning leaning. Red hair. John was blond, fading rapidly to white at his temples, with Light leaning, bright teal eyes. He used to have the sunny disposition to match.
“There’s nothing to find, Dad. I went over everything last night in my…other work clothes,” Danny said under his breath, even though the closest uniform was in the next room.